Saturday, June 07, 2003
It's never, ever a good sign when you're 40,000+ words into a novel and begin having serious second thoughts about whether this should even be your next novel. Which is a fair estimation of where I stand at the moment.
I think I'm going to step back, continue the research for Chapter Five and beyond, find a couple of readers who haven't read Silk who can hopefully give me some clue as to how well this book stands on its own, and do a story for Darkside 3. Yes. I think that I just now made that decision. A short story would do me good after the trauma of Chapter Four. A little Lovecraftiness to soothe my nerves, perhaps. Maybe something with a bit of sf to it.
What can I say about yesterday that wouldn't bore you to tears? I tried to work. It rained. I went to the Apple Store. Spooky went to the candy shop and bought two bags of Jelly Bellies: those Caitlín won't eat and those Caitlín will eat. The "won't eat" category includes such misbegotten flavours as buttered popcorn, A&W cream soda, caramel corn, vanilla bean, cotton candy, cappucchino, and root beer. Bleh. I'll stick with watermelon and sour apple, thank you very much. Me and Spooky and Jennifer had a sushi feast and I got drunk on Singha. It rained some more. Spooky and I thought about a movie, but couldn't decide between Finding Nemo and Spellbound, and I was drunk besides, so we just gave up and came home.
I'm counting Deadly Sins. I need more than one hand.
There's a new interview up at LivingDeadGirls.com, for those who are interested. I said all the stuff in red.
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